I was first created in a bank. Then I was taken out of safe deposit box and taken to Wal-Mart to buy paper. I was dropped into the cash register for five days...long, boring days. Then I was used to make change for a man buying a Nerf long-shot dart gun. I am now in his pocket next to a twenty dollar bill who keeps snickering at me like as if it is so much more important than me. Just because I am a single cent and he is 2,000 cents doesn't mean I am not as important.
The night passed and I was given to the man's son so he could go to the IGA and buy some bubble gum. I was again dropped into the cash register's drawer and laid untouched for another ten days. Then I was given to a five-year-old little boy who just bought a bag of cotton candy. He carried me down the street in his sweaty, sticky palm until he dropped me and I rolled into the gutter. Ker-plunk! Splash!
After swimming through pipes and drains and splashing for hours, I am now sitting at the bottom of a creek watching as the kids dip their toes into the water. A ten-year-old boy keeps walking in deeper and deeper, searching for gold and I hope he will find me. I am working hard to rub my copper-self on rocks so that if the sun catches me just right, my copper will shine enough to catch his eye. Then I can go home in his shoe and be his lucky penny.
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